016 Purple
Title: Comfort
Fandom: Final Fantasy X
Characters: Yuna, Auron
Prompt: 016 Purple
Word Count: 403
Rating: PG, maybe PG-13 for angst
Summary: Purple is her comfort. Her comfort in life, her beauty in death.
Table link: http://airelement.livejournal.com/11132.html
I’ve never been indulgent or spoiled. Well, maybe when I was a small child my father spoiled me a little, but no more than any other loving father would spoil his only daughter.
I like to look pretty, but who doesn’t? I don’t waste my time on makeup or clothes and I’ve never held up the journey before to do my hair, like Lulu and Rikku often do. The only girly thing I allow myself to take pleasure in is my skirt.
I love my skirt. It’s a beautiful rich purple, made from the best cloth in Besaid, and I spent hours and hours sewing golden stars onto it. Sometimes I like to just run my fingers along the hem and feel the soft fabric beneath the pads of my fingers.
I know they were just joking, but in a way it kind of hurt when Sir Auron said “Once Lady Yuna fixes her hair, we leave.” It made me laugh too, because I know it wasn’t meant to be hurtful, but it did upset me a bit because I deny myself so many girly activities so that I can be a better summoner. I don’t let myself spend time on my hair or my nails or my clothes; I don’t tire myself doing sit-ups to make my figure amazing; all I have is my skirt. I wish I could sit in front of a mirror and be vain, just for once, but I can’t. I wish I could be more feminine in how I spend my time, but I can’t. I’m giving up my life to be a summoner and I have to remember that, make it worth it. I can’t be a good summoner if I don’t pray to the fayth and train and get some rest. And I have no more time to do anything more than that.
Purple is my comfort. I finger my skirt when I feel unsure and worried, scrunching the soft material in my hand when I want to cry and letting it go when I am angry. I never want the deep colour to fade; it’s part of my life. I want the richness of the purple to compliment the paler blue colour of my face when I am dead. I can’t spend time being beautiful now, while I am alive, but when Sin is dead and I am too, I want to be pretty.
Fandom: Final Fantasy X
Characters: Yuna, Auron
Prompt: 016 Purple
Word Count: 403
Rating: PG, maybe PG-13 for angst
Summary: Purple is her comfort. Her comfort in life, her beauty in death.
Table link: http://airelement.livejournal.com/11132.html
I’ve never been indulgent or spoiled. Well, maybe when I was a small child my father spoiled me a little, but no more than any other loving father would spoil his only daughter.
I like to look pretty, but who doesn’t? I don’t waste my time on makeup or clothes and I’ve never held up the journey before to do my hair, like Lulu and Rikku often do. The only girly thing I allow myself to take pleasure in is my skirt.
I love my skirt. It’s a beautiful rich purple, made from the best cloth in Besaid, and I spent hours and hours sewing golden stars onto it. Sometimes I like to just run my fingers along the hem and feel the soft fabric beneath the pads of my fingers.
I know they were just joking, but in a way it kind of hurt when Sir Auron said “Once Lady Yuna fixes her hair, we leave.” It made me laugh too, because I know it wasn’t meant to be hurtful, but it did upset me a bit because I deny myself so many girly activities so that I can be a better summoner. I don’t let myself spend time on my hair or my nails or my clothes; I don’t tire myself doing sit-ups to make my figure amazing; all I have is my skirt. I wish I could sit in front of a mirror and be vain, just for once, but I can’t. I wish I could be more feminine in how I spend my time, but I can’t. I’m giving up my life to be a summoner and I have to remember that, make it worth it. I can’t be a good summoner if I don’t pray to the fayth and train and get some rest. And I have no more time to do anything more than that.
Purple is my comfort. I finger my skirt when I feel unsure and worried, scrunching the soft material in my hand when I want to cry and letting it go when I am angry. I never want the deep colour to fade; it’s part of my life. I want the richness of the purple to compliment the paler blue colour of my face when I am dead. I can’t spend time being beautiful now, while I am alive, but when Sin is dead and I am too, I want to be pretty.